Our fingers touch and the familiar electricity passes through us. I gasp and Felix chuckles.
“Dick.” I mutter, as I bring the drink to my lips.
“A big one, yes.” He says, winking at me.
“If you say so.” Then I tilt my glass, letting the cool red liquid slide down my parched throat.
I close my eyes and moan through the taste, as the flavors burst across my tongue. I hear a groan and my eyes snap open,Felix is now sitting on my desk, right next to me. His thigh touching my bare arm, desire fill his eyes, as he centers them on me. He leans in, so our faces are barely an inch from touching and he speaks.
“I do say so, babe. Do you need to find out for yourself?”
I lean in just a little more, I can feel his warm breath on my mouth. I lick my lips, loving that a sound comes from the back of his throat when he watches me.
Why the fuck is that so damned sexy?
“I don’t need to do anything, concerning your cock, Mr. Levine,” I state.
“Say that again.” He says in a deep tone making me shiver.
“What? Cock.” I say the word slower this time, because I know I am affecting him. “Cock,” I add for good measure my own voice now sounding breathy.
In a flash he lifts me out of my chair, twists us around, planting my ass on my desk with him standing between my legs.
“Let’s get one thing straight, shall we? We have danced around this proverbial Christmas tree for far to fucking long, baby. Tonight, I am getting what’s mine and you are so fucking getting what is yours.Hard.” He growls out the last word.
I lean back on my hands, looking up at him. God, he is a sexy bastard, I will give him that. But he is also a cocky son-of-a-bitch, but again that adds to his hotness.
Most girls don't like the cocky ones, but most of the time they really do have something to be cocky about.
“‘Hard’ you say? Show me then. I think that dance needs to have it’s climax. Don’t you, Felix?”
“Fuck yes.” He lunges for me, slamming his mouth onto mine.
Owning me, claiming me through the heady touch of our lips. His tongue dances with mine, playing the same tune. This kiss is fierce, all the pent-up sexual tension that we have shared over the last two years, coming spilling out into this one kiss.
The kiss that I know will ruin me for all other men. Not that I want other men.
All too soon, Felix is pull back from my mouth but keeps his hands in my hair. I stare into his eyes and watch as his flicker back and forth between mine, like he is trying to see how I will react. Little does he know that I want this as much as he does.
This has been a long time coming and for one, I am not going to let this slip away.
“I am not going to fuck you for the first time over your desk, baby. But you can meet this big cock that is tryingreallyfucking hard to get through my zipper, and to meet your little fruitcake that you have hiding under the skirt there.” He nods to my pussy.
Fruitcake?
To say I am not disappointed that he isn’t going to fuck me would be a lie, but I get what he is saying.
“Okay, so when do I get to meet the ‘Oh so big dick’ then?” I grin up at him and his wicked smile, sends shivers through my body.
“Right-the-fuck-now.” He steps back, pulling me up by the back of my neck.
I stand in front of him and he lets me go, I almost tip forward. He takes one step back, his hands going to his belt, he undoes it, while keeping his gaze locked on mine. The buttons pop open, one by one on his green jeans.
I bite the corner of my lip, in anticipation of what I am about to see. Felix hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his clothes and slowly, teasingly starts to lower them. I see the base of his shaft, seeing the light dusting of dark hair that sits there. Felix manscapes.
Thank the fucking Lord.
I hate a face full of pubes when I am sucking a guy off. That is why Felix will find my pussy as smooth as a fucking peach.
